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The silence is unbearable when he pushes a finger to my entrance slowly, sliding through my wetness. The only sound is my hitched breath when he presses inside me. And when he pulls out, only to tease me with two fingers, I let my head drop.
I slowly accept the fact that I won’t push him away and allow my moan to resonate in the room when he fucks me with two fingers. I let the pleasure overtake me, as if I haven’t just come twice from his brother fucking me.
“You’re still full of his cum,” Ethan murmurs behind me, his voice portraying a jealousy I’d never heard from him. “It’s dripping out of you.”
I’m speechless, too turned on by the exact fact he pointed out. He fucks me relentlessly, and I push back, rocking on my hands and knees. I don’t care what I look like, I don’t care what he thinks of me. All I care about is having my ex-boyfriend bring me the pleasure I need.
I tense up, panting and so close to exploding.
“Jade.” His voice is overflowing with lust. The entire room is under a tension I can’t take. “I think I could teach you to come on command. Would you like that?”
I nod, not even caring about what he says as long as he keeps thrusting inside me.
“Then come, you filthy slut.”
“Fuck!” I whimper as I reach the peak I’ve been chasing.
My muscles tense and my stomach contracts under the pleasure, and he keeps going, draining me until I can barely breathe anymore. My arms give up, and I fall onto the floor.
He doesn’t give me much respite, helping me up, even though I can barely stand on my own two legs.
Pushing my hair away from my face, he cups the back of my head so I look up at him. “This stays between us. Say it.”
But I shake my head. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t want this. I don’t want stolen moments with you.” A wave of unwanted feelings crashes into me. “You need to let me move on from you.”
I know he doesn’t miss the despair in my voice. He doesn’t say anything, though. Instead, he grabs my wrist and drags me with him to the bathroom.
He’s silent as he sits me on the edge of the bath. My back prickles when I stare at the sink, heart accelerating, but I don’t say anything.
No one believed me.
He turns around to open the cabinet above the sink, grabs something I can’t see, and closes it again. Our gazes lock in the mirror that covers the cabinet door. Still, he doesn’t say anything.
“Are you going back to ignoring me for a week now?” Anger is simmering just below my skin, hot and sticky. “Will you only acknowledge me if Elliot fucks me?”
Nothing.
He turns around, holding a cotton ball, which he just sprayed with something. It must be disinfectant because he grabs my hand and twists it palm up. I wince at the sting when he cleans me with the cotton, wiping blood and dust away. He sticks on a band-aid and moves on to the next hand.
On the other hand, he has to pull out a shard before he can wipe. I hiss, and he throws the tiny bit of porcelain in the sink. Another band-aid. It’s done, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.
He just frowns as he stares at my palm.
“Surprised that you care if I’m hurt?” I tell him. “Me too.”
When his eyes flick to mine, I know I’m right.
“You have to stop this, Ethan.”
He shakes his head, a sarcastic puff of air leaving his mouth. I stand up and force him to let go of my hand. Cupping his cheek, I inhale his scent. I could swim in it all day, drown, and take my last breath by his side. Beautiful death.
“You let me go. Your bursts of jealousy because I let Elliot do whatever he wants to me, the hate you throw my way…those aren’t proof of love or even interest. It’s pure male ego. Don’t involve me in that.”
His lips part, and I know he understands what I’m saying. Ethan is a highly sensitive person. He’s aware of everything. It’s all heightened in his beautiful mind. He feels what the normal human feels tenfold. There’s a reason he’s such an impressive artist. He experiences emotions in extreme ways.
But when I think he’s going to say something, agree with me, he grabs my hips painfully, moves us around, and pushes me against the sink. I cry out when my back hits the cold, hard surface, the pain reverberating in my ribs.
His lips crash on mine before I register anything else. He holds me in place, but there’s no need. I let him ravage my mouth, my soul. His kiss is unlike Elliot’s. It’s deeper, monstrously full of feelings. Like him.
